That last line stayed with me, and at first, I did not know why I was getting angry the more I stared at those words, and then I realized that it came from the unfairness of it all.
I became this thing that could kill demons, not because I chose this, but because I had been forced on this path. The reason I made all the painful choices, from standing to tribulations and fighting demons and pushing past eldritch gates, was to survive and protect my friends and family from demons.
The damned heaven, what did it do as the Sovereign of the Stars killed generations of Aldran and who knew how many other families to create a bloodline resonance to open this pyramid.
Where were the heavens when demons erupted from the earth, and countless were about to die? Why did the golden lightning not cleanse the world of this rot, but chose to focus on me when I stood up before this madness?
